My Love Tonight

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Ring the bell and tell of love
Above the sleeping hamlet,
As joy ascends unto the moon
And angels soon defend it.

But softly that no one may wake
And dreams be interrupted,
My love sleeps there
For her I care

And would not have her started,
Although I’ve lost my way
This night
And wandering imagine,
She has left the marriage bed
And found our moonlit garden.

Oh, damn the rickety device
That holds this bell on high,
And tells us all to silent pray
When we are so resigned.

Needlessly, we turn from grace
And soon we will be gone,
But I would toll my love tonight
And hold her to the dawn.

There Is No Reason

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There is no reason
For me
To be away
A few more days, except
To feel the pain
Of missing you.

Last night I dreamed
You were gone
And wandered, crying
In the woods.
Awoke to a lonely room,
An ancient remedy.

Soon I will hurry home
Exhausted. Unable to run
Any longer. Leaving
One I have
Taken for granted
Far behind.

You keep old things
Around, grieving

The loss
Of fond memories,
Worn clothes and me.

I Can See Clearly Now / Carry On Tuesday /

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Carry ON Tuesday is a weekly writing opportunity. This week we have a line from a seventies tune, I Can See Clearly Now, by Johnny Nash.

So I started this “thing” and had no idea in the world where it was going (maybe you can tell! aha.). Who knows where these things come from? It’s a lot like dreaming. You think about a dream you had last night and wonder, “Why did I dream that?”

I just started thinking about couples who are miserable. And then there are the news stories when someone decides to burn down their “happy home”. It’s difficult to understand why someone would do this especially when they murder their family members!!

It’s all very depressing to discuss. Writing poetry about it is a lot easier for some reason. So, in this situation, the “loved one” gets away! And the pyro guy has an inkling (before he dies) about the reality of his life.

He can see clearly now! Isn’t that cool? Or hot, maybe, in this case. Ouch. Burning up is one of the worst ways to go! Please drive carefully.


I can see clearly
Through this open door.
But would not glide
Into these moonlit woods.
Without you by my side.

Awaken silven hosts
And take us ere she weeps.
This cannot be the moment
To hesitate or sleep.

For time’s an empty bottle
And thirst is our reward
For daily minding thistles
In our desert bone backyard.

But I can see
This moment.
Angels in the sky!

Take us home together.
As we are one inside!

A candle near the window
Reaches up the wall
The door is wreathed
In flickering light
And echoes of their calls.

Gather up your tresses
My dear and follow me
For now we are delivered
From certain misery!

But when I looked
There was no one
My love had disappeared.
And left me with a raging pyre
In wretched underwear.

So yes, I can see clearly
On this eve of pain,
We come into this world alone
And leave again this way.


Learning How To Kiss

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Learning How To Kiss





Our planet flies through space

While lovers embrace

Creating shards of light

Shattering the darkest night.

My dear look down

Upon the stone faced ground.

Gaze upon the fields and mountains

Contemplate the isles that rest

In unrepentant loneliness.

Here for you a golden chain

Put our blue green home upon it

Wear it round your neck enthrone it

Let it roll upon your breast

As galaxies entwine your hair

And falling stars are


Kiss me once and then we fly

Leaving sun and moon behind

Wearing gowns of shifting starlight

Drinking deep celestial wine.

Now I have you in this place

Somewhere deep in endless space.

Teach me how to really kiss

As we merge in endless bliss.

As we play among the heavens

Suddenly I hear a sound

The dog is scratching at the door

Our  child is crying down the hall

Daylight creeps upon the floor

Silently I watch you stir.

And then you speak soft words I keep

“Last night we met someone up there

Who laughed and followed us down here

Before one year is gone  she will

Bring us our joy  fulfilled.”

Outside the grass is growing tall

Business murmurs

Car horns sound.

I must find another job!

Secure the miracle of life

Will bring us safely

Through the night.

Here for you a golden chain

Put our blue green home upon it

Wear it round your neck enthrone it

Let it roll upon your breast

As galaxies entwine your hair

And falling stars are



Diana Krall – Fly me to The Moon



Man’s Eternal Quest/ Sarah Brightman/ Deliver Me/ I Cannot Fly Today

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“So the body exists for the use of the invisible man, the soul, not he for the body. However, the physical body must be in a certain condition for the invisible self to remain there. What a pity that this invisible self is tied to the body! If it were not, we could go walking on the water and fly in the sky and come back into the physical body again.” –Man’s Eternal Quest.


I cannot fly today
Yet perhaps last night
We flew between the stars
Who can tell?

Tomorrow will no doubt
Be like today
But not always
Not everlastingly so.
I sew the scenes
Of our escape
While sitting here tonight
Sleepily concealed
In this weighted room
And happily involved
In inward visions
Of eventual flight.

Please pardon
My distraction.
I am so immersed
In a solitary search
For solar satisfaction.


Walking On A Beach

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Walking is
The pain down low
But up above
A crystal home
And miles we go
Before we
Lie together in
The golden tide.
Miles and miles
Before you sleep
No more  tossing
Pillow creep.
Walking is
The pain down low
But up above
We live alone.
Moments seem
A world away
The sand is running
Past today.
How I wish
You were beside
Walking  is
The wish we hide.
May we always
Live in bliss
May the shallows
Help save this
Walking is
The pain we know
When the tide
Singes our toes.
Walk forever
Feel the sun
Love the waves
Embrace someone.

Until you’re done
The waves will come
For every one.


The Man And The Bear

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The Man And The Bear

He makes his bed in the morning
And he writes in the afternoon,
Then he formally dines in the evening
Before he returns to his room.

The hedges are trimmed with the clippers
And the pantry is stocked with some care,
But the attic has never been entered
Because in it roams a large bear.

Sometimes he hears the bear snuffling
Or a sound like the scratching of walls,
But never in daylight is missing
His wife or his friends or his dog.

But one day he came down for breakfast
And found sitting there in his chair,
This bear in the bonnet and apron
His wife wears when making eclairs.

“Good morning” he said with some fervour
As the bear cut some bread with a spoon,
“It surely will  be a real hot one
It’s already so warm in this room.”

The bear seemed to smile as he gathered
Himself up and jumped on the man,
Knitting his ears with incisors
And tying up other loose ends.

His wife returned home somewhat later
From her shopping trip down on Main Street,
And found him in bed with her bonnet
Just as cold as her delicate feet.

And this is the end of the story
As she thought her man died in his sleep,
Dreaming of her and her cooking
Upon perfectly fitted green sheets.

Snap / dVerse ~ Poets Pub

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Birds at dawn
Crashing surf
May I catch
Your mirth?
Booming moments
Ceding waves
Will this photo
“Op” behave?
On screen,
Will the colors
Be surreal?
In the dark lit
Digit womb
Does the photo
Edit steal?
A moment’s love
And flight,
Those eyes,
Your style.
Will I capture
Cries in space,
Or cast ideals

Mythos/ Del Mar
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On The Night Before Christmas

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It was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
The children were sleeping
And dreaming of louse.
The TSA groper
Who touched Grandma’s hair.
The loud politician
Who wants her bank shares.

Still they all hoped as they fitfully slept
That Santa would shatter the ghosts in their heads.
Pay off the mortgage
Fix up the car
Empty the bottles in stepfather’s bar.

And then they all heard near the roof such a clatter
They knew in their hearts it must be
The great Santa.
But what did they know of the world that dark night?
Or the diver next door who was just now in flight.

He fell from the window a sack on his back
St. Nick’s alter ego a thief dressed in black
A man on a mission with dough on his mind
Now lost in a snowdrift for police to find.

It seemed there would be no true Christmas this night
No Santa or elves and no cries of delight.
But then just before the first cracks of dawn
North Korea decided to lob a few bombs
While this time its neighbor responded in kind!
Countries allied with each joined in the fray
Lighting the dawn brighter than brightest day.

Old Santa was doubtful he could find his way
As mushrooming clouds sprouted up round his sleigh!
And Rudolph’s nose underneath this display
Twas no help at all. . .

He was just in the way.

Then the children awakened to hear such a racket
They wondered what possibly could be the matter
Not knowing this morning that lost in the wind
Tiny particles swirled around spelling their end.

But Santa was not just a cheerful old man
Or an overgrown elf with misguided fans.
He still had one piece of magical coal
And now he decided to give it a go.

He opened his bag under twinkling stars
Silently triggering the biggest by far
Nova explosion the world had ever seen.

For a second it was just a tiny bright light
Then it silently burst overwhelming the night
Leaving the earth in its wake just a speck
A present for all the true pains in the neck.

* * * * * * * * * *

Twas the morning of Christmas
As children awoke
To glistening snowflakes and rainbows above.
The fairies and elves
Flitted round their bright faces
Laughing and charming them all with their graces.
Grandparents lost years ago in sad times
Ran to their children
Dressed in their prime.
Tears turned to crystals
Of many bright colors
Santa arrived
As true joy was discovered.

Then I heard Santa say
As I felt his keen sight

“Merry Christmas to all”
“And to all a good night”

But then under his breath he said one more thing

“Aggressors everywhere have got to beware”
“Or Santa’s game”
“Will fix your hardware.”